Chapter 265 Wei Shuyu lost?

"The reflection of her hair in the pond plays with her shadow, and the moonlight reflects on the ripples."

"Wonderful, absolutely wonderful..."

"Absolutely amazing, Miss Yanxu's poem is simply brilliant."

"I seem to see a woman by the pond, combing her long hair by the moonlight. A gentle breeze blows, and the moon's reflection in the pond ripples."

What do you all think?

Swish.

All eyes turned to the judges' panel.

"good!"

Yu Zhining stroked his beard: "It has tonal patterns and rhymes, and most importantly, it has artistic conception."

Gavin Da also nodded: "The reflection in the pond is against the moonlight, and the black hair is against the ripples... 'To see' is a verb, and it's a very beautiful poem."

Su Xu smiled and said, "I don't think I need to say anything more, do I?"

"In the first round of the courtesan competition, Miss Yanxu has won!"

good.

The talented men all applauded!

Yanxu walked to the center of the stage and bowed to the crowd.

All the men were mesmerized.

"Please don't be anxious, everyone!"

The madam quickly stepped forward to preside: "Now it's time for all you talented gentlemen."

"If anyone's poem can win the favor of Yanxu, they may enter the elegant room to drink fine wine together."

Yeah, just drinking!

As for spending the night together?

Stop joking.

Courtesans are used to make money.

It's such a beautiful night, what's the point of making money now...

"Young Master Cui!"

Wei Shuyu's private room.

Cuixiang and Xiaolian clung to Cui Shenji's arm, acting coquettishly.

"Is the god of the world in a hurry?"

Choi Shin-ki's eyes widened: "The big pot competition is more important. I'll use my money to buy you a Golden Flower Queen later!"

To make money.

Wan Hua Ge not only has talented courtesans, but also gold courtesans who are bought with money.

certainly……

In previous years, the title of "Queen of Courtesans" was usually held by talented women.

"Young Master Cui has made up his mind."

"That's right, we've been taking care of you since you were three years old."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Wei Shuyu couldn't help but glance at the two of them.

No wonder Little Jiji is so fond of these two women.

She was like a wet nurse...

"rest assured!"

Choi Shin-ki proudly raised his head.

on stage.

Seeing that no one stepped forward for a long time, Liu Feiyan finally took the lead and recited a poem.

It won the praise of many people.

Only after he stepped forward did other talented men step forward.

Finally, the brothers from the Imperial Academy army pretended to recite a few poems.

It's kind of an unwritten rule.

If the sons of noble families recite poetry first, they might be used as stepping stones for those from poor families!

They will not allow themselves to be inferior to others.

But those from humble backgrounds went first, while the sons of noble families, knowing they were inferior, chose not to step forward...

"Yanxu, whose poem do you think is better?" the madam asked with a smile.

None of the talented individuals were particularly outstanding.

The three scholars only offered comments on the talented individuals, without ranking them.

Mid-Autumn Festival should be a time for harmony and peace.

Why offend people by making judgments?

Besides, many of them are his nephews, so there's no need for that.

"This servant..."

Yanxu blushed and ultimately chose Wang Xiu's older brother.

"good."

The madam was very satisfied.

Wang Xiu's elder brother was exceptionally talented, and his family elders held official positions of the third rank.

After arranging for the two to stay in a private room upstairs, the madam continued her duties...

"Next up is the duel between Young Master Wei and Young Master Changsun."

"Which of you gentlemen would like to go first?"

Up in the attic.

Wei Shuyu and Changsun Chong walked to the handrail and stood facing each other.

"You go first?"

Wei Shuyu was full of confidence.

This is a masterpiece by the poet Li Bai!

If I had gone first, would you, Changsun Chong, have had the right to act all high and mighty?

"I'll go first!"

Changsun Chong snorted coldly.

Reciting poetry first would be a disadvantage, but in order to boost morale, Changsun Chong resolutely stepped forward!

Listen carefully!

"The cicadas have gradually faded into summer, and the cool breeze of autumn evenings lingers around the neck."

"You ask when it is? The moon is half full, then rising to its fullest!"

Everyone nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

The cicadas' chirping has gradually faded, but some can still be heard, proving that summer is over.

As autumn arrives, the evening breeze sneaks in around the neck, bringing a slight chill.

What time is it now?

The moon is very round on the fifteenth of August!

"Excellent".

Gavinda stroked his beard, indicating his satisfaction.

"Can."

Su Xu nodded in agreement.

"good."

Yu Zhining nodded as well.

All three judges gave it a positive review.

Moreover, many talented scholars also repeatedly pondered over a few lines of poetry.

It is unanimously agreed that this is a masterpiece!

"now you!"

Changsun Chong gave a cold laugh.

"Then you'd better keep your ears perked up..."

Wei Shuyu pondered for a moment, feigning profundity.

He often saw talented men putting on airs before reciting poetry.

We can't be without it, can we?

Then he cleared his throat again...

"The bright moonlight shines before my bed, I wonder if it is frost on the ground."

"I raise my head to gaze at the bright moon, then lower it to think of my hometown."

The entire room fell silent.

What kind of poem is this?

So white?

The three judges were also taken aback!

Inside the private room.

Wei Zheng rubbed his forehead.

My son's old problem has relapsed.

They've started using vernacular Chinese again.

"What? This poem isn't good enough?"

Wei Shuyu could see the disbelief in the eyes of the crowd.

Quiet Night Thoughts is a deadly weapon!

In Li Bai's poetry, he is also at the very top.

Your expressions are making me panic...

Little did they know.

The poem "Thoughts on a Quiet Night".

It requires quiet contemplation to appreciate its meaning.

Moreover, this poem is not an original work by Li Bai!

Instead, it was revised three times by later generations before the final version of the poem was finalized.

The original poem is...

I look at the moonlight by my bedside.

It looks like frost on the ground.

I raise my head to gaze at the moon over the mountains.

I bow my head and think of my hometown.

As for why it was changed, there is naturally controversy surrounding it.

"Ha ha……"

Changsun Chong laughed wildly: "Wei Shuyu, have you run out of talent?"

"You think you deserve to call yourself a poet?"

Wei Shuyu's expression darkened.

Judging from the looks on everyone's faces, he felt that he might have really done something terrible.

"Wang Fatan!"

Choi Shin-ki immediately stood up and said, "What you wrote is crap!"

"Choi Shin-ki!"

Changsun Chong immediately lost his composure, his smile vanished, and he revealed a look of gritted teeth.

"Oh my!"

Seeing this, the madam had no choice but to step in and smooth things over: "Gentlemen, please calm down and listen to what the three scholars have to say..."

However……

Su Xu and the other two either frowned or shook their heads.

"This poem is too simple and too straightforward, giving people a feeling that is hard to explain..." Gavinda commented with a frown.

"No, no..."

Su Xu also shook his head: "It's too simple; even women and children can do it."

Everyone turned to look at Yu Zhining.

However, Yu Zhining frowned and remained silent.

A private room.

Li Shimin raised an eyebrow.

Something's not right. Something's not right.

It looks like Xiao Wei is going to lose.

That wouldn't do...

“Xuancheng.”

Li Shimin coughed lightly, "Shuyu, what's wrong? Are you out of sorts today? Your poetry has really regressed..."

Wei Zheng frowned.

This seems to be an admission of this fact.

"Your Majesty, poetry is a minor art."

Wei Zheng replied solemnly, "Although Shuyu's poetry has declined, his eloquence has improved day by day."

"..."

What? What do you want to do?

Why don't you just say it outright?

What do you want to achieve by improving your verbal skills?

snort.

Anyway, Shuyu is destined to lose.

Let me let you have your fun first...

"Three masters, it's time to determine the winner."

On stage, seeing that the three had not yet determined who was superior, the madam couldn't help but offer a reminder.

"Changsun Chongsheng!"

"Changsun Chongsheng!"

Gai Wenda and Su Xu spoke in turn.

But when it was Yu Zhining's turn, he paused...

"wrong."

Yu Zhining suddenly shook his head and said, "Although Wei Shuyu's poems are plain, the homesickness in them is extremely strong and can resonate with everyone!"